darkness

Liz Wasson Coleman
2 min readMay 7, 2021
Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash

so many chances spaces places to run to from and hide in close me, lock me tight my box dark and secure empty cold dark
so dark never let me out

i’ll shout out the demons burn them with my words
fireballs scorch them me you
let me burn alive

consumed by black so hollow haunted solitude sounds so confining,
so consecrated, so convincing
staring into the absence long enough leads one to see something

lights forever facing right at you
opening opening your eyes

my box is so dark, so comfortable, safe
i long for forever darkness i ache for eternal falling
no landing in sight i don’t want to see light anymore

keep my box sealed tight let my nighttime devour me and
let me never escape
i’ll swallow myself my deep hidden self

so far

beneath

the layers they look at

i’ll swallow that hollowness within consume eternal darkness and long for more i hope i can face hoping no longer

i want no more light-hearts and no more hope rising up above me take it away
let the stars the moon devour that hope
they will shine brighter but i shall be dimmer

dimmer and darker safer in my hole, my hollow…
safer in my space…

locked up tied to myself inside myself bonded and bruised
i’ve fallen so hard cool concrete let me keep
falling

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Liz Wasson Coleman

Liz Wasson Coleman holds a BA in Arts & Literature from Antioch University. Her writing includes memoir, lyric essay, and fiction. She lives in Seattle, USA.